There’s a lot of crap swirling in my head, but when I woke up this morning, I felt cheeky and staccato, so I thought maybe another blathering post was in order. Brain dump, commence!
- I took 10 minutes and brought out my Fall decorations last week. OK, let’s talk capitalization. I know that technically, you are not supposed to capitalize the seasons, but I think that rule is asinine. You can get away with not capitalizing spring, summer and winter (even though I bet the majority of the world will think you are making a mistake by NOT capitalizing them) and be fairly certain that readers will understand you are referring to the seasons even though they might think you are a moron. Fall, however, could very easily be confused with usage other than the season. Plus, it offends me on some level not to capitalize the seasons. Let’s agree that on this blog, seasons will be capitalized, rules be damned. Where was I? Oh yes. My Fall decorations. They are on display, and it makes me happy to see them. It also makes Daniel happy because he can climb on a chair and grab one of the pumpkin lanterns. Like his mother, he’s a sucker for Fall and Halloween decorations, especially pumpkins.
- Speaking of Fall (I rather like my new rule of capitalization), it’s like the trees finally got the message and are starting to change colors en masse. I love it. I love pointing out the colors to Daniel on our way to and from daycare. My campus is really beautiful this time of year too. Trees in front of buildings are turning flaming red. The trees around the lake are changing too. Right now, it’s just a hint of what’s to come, but in a week or two, it will be a stunning backdrop to the water. I don’t really think I can explain it, but Fall thrills me. The way the intensity of the sun has dimmed, giving a slight sepia cast to the days; the way the blue sky is so intensely blue but golden as well. The vivid leaves. I can feel my body respond and almost hum. Some energy that courses through the changing environment calls to me. I feel it and I welcome it. I feel alive, which is interesting since in a way Fall is the last gasp of a dying year. I know. That’s weird. I’m weird. I guess Fall makes me feel connected to the environment. It’s elemental.
- We bought pumpkins. We have Daddy, Mommy and Daniel pumpkins as well as a bunch of little pumpkins. We’ll likely carve the Mommy and Daddy pumpkins and call it a day. Despite our best efforts, we’re always carving at practically the last minute. As for the rest of the pumpkins, Daniel has claimed 4 as his; I still maintain hopes of creating something decorative with the rest. Don’t hold your breath.
- I had a lot of meetings this week. I realized that the rest of October and quite a bit of November will be full of meetings as well. When I told my staff that I’ll likely be in and out due to meetings, my newest staff member asked, “Why do you have to go to so many meetings?” I wanted to tell her, “because I’m a masochist,” but I didn’t want to scare her off. I get through the meetings by doodling copiously and irreverently:
- This week I discovered that the construction area along my commute to work is going to be a new Sheetz. I am thrilled by this because I love Sheetz. Sheetz is like the anti-gas station. It’s clean. It has great coffee and genuine food options. It’s colorful. It’s mecca. I’ve gone from hardly ever encountering a Sheetz to passing TWO on my commute to work. Someone is throwing me a bone.
- I started and finished Tana French’s Broken Harbor this week. This is the 4th book in her…Ireland detective series? The characters are loosely connected from novel to novel; she often has a minor character in one mystery who goes on to become the main character in the next. I love her books because they are moody, lyrical and dark; the story grim and gripping. Ireland is as much of a character as any person. That said, I didn’t like Broken Harbor as much as the previous three. It’s definitely worth a read, but it just didn’t work as well as all the elements in the previous three. If you like UK mysteries, I also highly recommend Elizabeth George’s mysteries. Very, very good.
- The State Fair is in Raleigh this week, and we haven’t gone and probably won’t go. I thought that maybe this was the year to take Daniel to see the animals and eat some fun fair food but then I decided against it because of the crowds and logistical nightmare of getting there and parking. I also that he doesn’t know the fair exists, so maybe I shouldn’t borrow trouble before I need to. There’s also the 40+ pesky cases of E.coli that have been reported. Then I felt guilty and decided I was denying him some vital experience but realized that due to schedules, I may have missed our window of opportunity to go. Now I’m back to trying to convince myself that he doesn’t know what he’s missing and it’s OK. Also, E.coli.
- Along with the rest of the world (so it seemed), we watched Felix Baumgartner’s jump last weekend. Jimmy and I were riveted, and we told Daniel that Felix was making history. Daniel’s response? “Skip!” he commanded, the same command he utters when he wants us to skip a section in a movie. The world? Seriously awed by Felix. My three-year-old? Not so much. Tough audience.
- The governor of North Carolina was the keynote speaker at one of the meetings I attended this week. I happened to be sitting on the aisle, and as she passed by, greeting people, she clasped my shoulder and said, “hi.” That’s my brush with greatness this week.
- We may have quit soccer due to life. By that I mean, car trouble, rain, hacking coughs, etc. There is one more session and then the “skills showcase” next weekend. My guilt says, “GO!” My brain says, “Just stop and don’t worry about it. Life is too crazy right now and Daniel won’t really care.” Talk me down, people. Please.
- We have 3 elderly, increasingly crotchety felines whom we adore. All I can say is that I hope Daniel takes as good care of us when we’re that old. Lucky pusses!
How was your week? Am I insane?